“El-la, come on! At this rate we’re only going end up at Vivianne’s birthday tomorrow!” screamed Dulce. “Well, its good to arrive late. That way we won’t have to talk to Daniel. He is really getting on my nerves. I swear” Ella responded calmly, still dipping her mascara wand back into the bottle.” Right, but I didn’t go to Bergdorf’s and buy the dress so we couldn’t go, and Jamie is going to be there! I said I’d be there on time!” whined Dulce. They both stood up and grabbed their bags from the bed. “Hey, have you seen my other silver shoe?” Ella asked. “Yeah, you lent the pair to Fiona, and she left one on her plane. Remember?” “Crap, those were my mom’s.” Ella said. “Kay, just grab another pair from my shoe closet.” Dulce told her. “Let’s go” Ella said a moment later, calling the doorman for a taxi. They ran down the stairs and slammed the door, nearly catching Dulce’s dress in the elevator door. They pushed themselves into the cab, and Ella slammed the door. “A good lady never slams a door, Dulce winked. “Yeah, well then I’m not a very good lady” Ella grinned back. “Where to miss?” the Cabbie asked. “The Plaza, Central Park South and 5 ave” They both said at the same time. “Oops, I guess its just a habit” Ella said when the Cabbie gave them a weird look.

I’m guessing you want to hear about how Dulce and Ella became friends. It’s pretty simple. They’re both the daughters of some of the richest families in Manhattan. Apparently, they even have a family crest. But that’s not it, they’re mothers are friends, and their grandmothers were too, and it goes on. So I guess its meant to be.

“You can drop us off here, please.” Dulce said, handing the driver a twenty and walking off. Ella just snickered and and grabbed her tote off the seat. “Next time, you might want to get some deodorant for your car. It might help your um, business.” She walked up the stairs to the plaza in her 3-inch Manolos and waved to the driver, laughing behind her tote. “Eww, that cab smelled so bad. I thought it might wear out the perfume I’m wearing.” Dulce said. “Yeah well it did smell kind of like the inside of your brother’s room after your brother brought home a girl” Ella grinned. Dulce murmured something and walked in the Plaza door, and Ella followed, apologizing, handing the doorman a fiver. They took the elevator up to the terrace where a bouncer was waiting with the list and a huge line. Ella Giovanni and Dulce Verona, Ella said, tossing her honey-blond hair.